Wyoming, this is my fourth visit in 3 years. I really like it here. The scenery is wildly varied and beautiful. We spent five days camping along the Green River. Yes, the same Green we seemed to follow in Utah and Colorado. This time much closer to its source in the Wind River Range.

We moved a whopping 30 miles to Granite Creek a little closer to Jackson. I kept having to explain to Leslie what it looked like covered with about eight feet of snow when my brother and I were here about a year and a half ago. The road wasn’t washboard gravel but a snowmobile track Jerry had trouble staying on.

Wyoming is “The West”. The West, where old, tan, men wear their guns to go grocery shopping. Everyone drives a pickup truck. You can fish in a river but you can’t touch the banks or the bottom. I think there are four types of people out here. Cowboys, Rednecks, Raft Guides and Nuevo Cowboy/Rednecks. The Nuevo Cowboy/Redneck is not from here. He made or inherited his money out east or in California. He now owns a gentlemen’s ranch (along a river I can’t fish in), drives a big pickup truck, wears a cowboy hat and boots and if he really made it, has horses. He visits Wyoming a couple of months a year and transforms into his boyhood fantasy which includes none of the native hospitality.

We have met some very friendly folks on our travels. The latest was Brandon a native here in Wyoming. Self proclaimed Redneck and a retired Army Special Forces wounded warrior. Brandon took me fishing in his drift boat on the Green and then gave us a going away present of some fine firewood.

July 1, 2015

Must be Genetic, my sister Lori went to grad school in Utah, it took her years to get out. When it was time to leave Flaming Gorge last week, I again looked at the map and the weather. It is freakin hot everywhere out West these days!

You have to understand most camping in beautiful places is “dry camping”. Dry means no power and water hookups. The Airstreams solar panel and battery system still allow for modern conveniences, like hot coffee and a toilet, just on a limited basis. The biggest loss in dry camping is no A/C. The perfect solution was high in the Uinita Mountains along The Mirror Lake Highway about 50 miles east of Park City. We spent 4 nights at 10,000 ft. Daytime highs about 80, nighttime around 50! This is an area I visited last summer and was glad to return to. Not far from the mountain my brother and I went snowmobiling on in March.

Alas, all good things must end. We are in civilization, Salt Lake, where it is 96. The Touareg needed some service and Rex had to get a haircut.